He shot off down the street, his size fourteen Chucky T’s slapping against the pavement and kicking up rocks. Mazz and Gordo stared at me hungrily. It was like they were salivating for a good hunt. 

“Don’t look at me,” I said. “He’s the one with the battery pack. And good luck catching him.” Gordo pushed me hard in the shoulder, then hopped on his bike and peeled off after Bones. Mazz followed him.

Halfway down the street Gordo looked over his shoulder and shouted, “Don’t get comfortable, Plumpy. We’ll be seeing you soon!” 

“Yeah! Plumpy!” Mazz echoed. Mazz was about as original as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

Meanwhile, Quiet Cal just sat there, staring at me. After about a minute, without saying a word, he turned and rode in the opposite direction. 

I continued walking, wondering how Bones would ditch the Goon Squad and find a way back to Yogi’s. As fast as he was, there was still a chance they’d catch him and get a hold of Stevie’s phone—and that would definitely not be good.

My mind was imagining all sorts of horrible scenarios with Bones getting pummeled by Gordo the ape when a voice called out behind me, “Hey, Lumpy!” 

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